The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10

... loud smack as inner hip met round buttock. Rachel screeched her wordless and painful delight as Charles's great unstifled groan echoed around the cellar.

‘Oh, fuck.’ Deborah whispered. Her right hand had left Gary’s constrained tackle and disappeared from his view. It was, as he suspected, giving it’s host as much pleasure as it could.

The Colonel did not relent in his treatment of Rachel and expertly withdrew his tool from Rachel’s shivering cunt until it seemed it would break free from the union, only to drive it forward again with the accustomed gusto and Rachel’s melodramatic response.

After this second thrust the older man moved his hand to support the girl’s large pendulous tits, her red and aroused nipples poking past the lawyer’s soft administrative hands. Their delightful movement now constrained, he augmented the physical punishment of the youngster by psychology. ‘You fucking like this, you useless bitch!’ it was not a question. ‘you useless, stupid, fat tittied whore!’ Rachel showed no sign of being disturbed by such talk.

‘Yes, Uncle Charles, I love it, I love being fucked by your big cock.’

This seemingly enraged the older man. ‘What! You dirty slag!’ his efforts became more and more frenzied, ‘you need more don’t you. Fuck! You are just like your Mother, a stupid, fucking, prostitute!’ Every word of abuse was accompanied by a thrust of such violence that it would have, to Gary’s eye, sent the little girl flying across the room had not his ...

... strong hands kept her close to him

The disgusting playlet was unexpectedly interrupted by the clicking of shoes high up on the cellar steps, ‘What’s going on down there, are you both playing nicely?’

‘Yes Mummy!’

The response was jarring and for a few moments Gary could not tell why. It was only when the gummed up clockwork of his brain started ticking and he had registered the sudden unintentional giggle that had come from Deborah that he realised why. He was appalled.

‘You are not fighting are you?’ Samantha Barton asked.

‘But, but Rachel started it! She pinched me!’ Complained the high pitched falsetto voice.

‘Is this true Rachel?’ asked her Mother.

The young girl was obviously privy to this tacit game and despite the huge cock being thrust in and out of her with an energy that did not diminish, and despite the addition of this newcomer, she tried to play along. ‘No…no….'

‘Charlie, you are not lying to me are you, you know what happens when you lie to me!’ Samantha asked rhetorically.

‘No Mummy,’ the grown man replied pathetically, ‘and anyway we are only play fighting.’

‘Really?’ the older woman asked. Gary could see that Samantha Barton was dressed in bikini and high heels as she hove into his view. ‘Rachel, is this true?’

‘Yes…yes, Mu… Mummy.’

‘Well, ok, I guess. But don’t be too rough with your little brother hmm?’

Every revelation that gave Gary more insight into this familial situation made him more and more regretful that he had ...